Quan Luoxia planted her hands on her hips, immediately looking rather triumphant. She pointed at everyone in the room before letting out a long snort and sneering, "Fine, as long as you admit it. You're the one who harmed my Xiao Qiang."
"After I said that, I slapped the trestle apart. Under my control, the broken crossbeam struck Zhao Wuqiang's arm." Liu Chang'an readily owned up to it.
But even Zhong Qing looked at him as though he were talking nonsense. It was one thing that he had punched a dog to death, but slapping a trestle apart? Did he think he was a Tyrannosaurus rex?
The flesh on Quan Luoxia's face twitched, but she said nothing.
"Student, don't act on impulse. The scenic area's management center inspected the site this afternoon. That trestle wasn't some dilapidated old structure that would snap just from being shaken around. The break was extremely fresh, with no signs of rot or decay at all. And you say you controlled the crossbeam so it hit someone? What kind of martial arts master do you think you are? Zhang Sanfeng? Or Yang Guo?" As a police officer, Luo Tong certainly hoped to wrap up this sort of wrangling quickly, but he could not just watch Liu Chang'an dig himself into a hole.
"I know Zhang Sanfeng. I don't know Yang Guo," Liu Chang'an said.
"Liu Chang'an, talk properly." Bai Hui could not hold back any longer. She had not expected that, despite how often Liu Chang'an spoke nonsense at school, he would still be like this when faced with something so serious.
Zhong Qing remembered Zhu Juntang once saying not to let Liu Chang'an fly away. It seemed Liu Chang'an liked to spout nonsense whenever there were young girls around. Perhaps Zhu Juntang had believed